Come on, Charlie! It'll be a laugh, To wander down, The wooded path, That Ma and Pa did warn about, When they realise, How they'll scream and shout,
But we'll still have been, Still have seen, Still have ventured, Down the path, That no one's entered, That the elder's fear, And young don't go near,
But where we shall set our feet. So, come on, Charlie! Don't be a wimp, Be daring once in your life. I'll race you, if you like, By foot, or by bike, Just as long as we're on the path.
Let's set of at noon, We'll be back very soon, They won't even notice, -- They're gone.